The Everyday Kind

Flicking through my wardrobe but all my clothes are dirty I left my fashion sense behind when I was thirteen I really hope she don't mind that I'm looking like a mess It'll be too much if I dress to impress Met her at a gig a mate of mine was playing It was loud dark and dusty I couldn't hear what she was saying I knew she was a friend of a friend I'd seen her before And every time we spoke she always left me craving more I don't wanna get sober yet In a haze ever since we met Is it the cider or the cigarettes I'm struck by the thought of you I sent her a link to my music Why the hell did I do that It's so embarrassing man I always act like a prat She didn't mind though, she said it was alright And asked if I fancied a drink then tomorrow night Now we're crammed in the corner of a sunken old bar The walls ooze with crimson and everything is far away What if I run out of things I wanna say There's only so many words and only so many ways they fit together Maybe we fit together you and I Or maybe you'll just be another fleeting passerby Either way we'll both be crawling 'round these concrete bends So why don't we just take a gamble where this story ends I don't wanna get sober yet In a haze ever since we met Is it the cider or the cigarettes I'm struck by the thought of you Drank so much I hardly remember But I do know my chest got tighter Every time I saw your face Every time I saw your grace The everyday kind that lifts you out of this place to a better one I couldn't describe in a hundred songs The way I clambered home giddy and foolish and eager I'll be exactly the same next time I see her I don't wanna get sober yet In a haze ever since we met Is it the cider or the cigarettes I'm struck by the thought of you I don't wanna get sober yet In a haze ever since we met Is it the cider or the cigarettes I'm struck by the thought of you